Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
She smirked, twisting her cupped palm over the head of my dick. “Is my dragon begging?”
I reached down and carefully, so as not to mess up her hair, laid a hand on the back of her head. I held her gaze as I exerted pressure and said, “Mercy.”
She opened her mouth obediently and took me in, all the way down. The time for teasing was over, and there hadn’t been time for it, anyway. She focused her talents entirely on providing me relief.
And it wasn’t selfless on her part, at all. My depraved princess had chosen this location, in my mother’s house, with no lock on the door, to put herself in a position that couldn’t be plausibly explained away if we were caught.
She didn’t know, like I knew, that no one had read a book in this house since I’d moved out. My father’s prized library existed solely for dusting, and we were in no danger of discovery. But I didn’t spoil it for her. She was getting as big a thrill out of this as I was.
Maybe not as big, I revised as her tongue wound around me like a pole dancer. It would get her worked up, though. I’d have to make sure I rewarded her efforts in my room later.
“You know, the thought of you sitting through dinner with sopping wet panties is going to be enough to get me hard all over again. I’m going to have to pin you down in that big bed when we get back upstairs.”
She moaned in response, and a long drop of drool rolled down the side of my shaft.
“Ah-ah, princess. Not too sloppy,” I warned her, though I was loath to. Nothing felt quite as good as a messy blowjob. “You can’t smudge your makeup.”
She poked her tongue out and ran it down to catch the drop that had escaped. I took a long breath and tilted my head back, resting against the top of the chair with my eyes closed. She added her hands, encircling my girth completely, and I relaxed into her sucking, stroking rhythm.
She’d learned my body and my responses so quickly, she knew exactly what to do to get me off as efficiently as possible. Soon, I gripped the back of the chair and used it as leverage to fuck her face.
With my nerve endings crackling like live wires and my pelvis tightening to an almost excruciating ache, I warned her, “Here it comes, princess.”
The hand I used to hold her head reflexively tightened, but I’d entered the moment where I no longer cared. Where I couldn’t stop the inevitable nor my body’s responses in the throes of it. Even if someone were to walk in on us, it was far too late. They would see me coming helplessly down Charlotte’s throat.
Imagining the humiliation of such a moment was what sent me over, bucking against Charlotte’s stacked hands, the only thing keeping me from choking her on my cock and making a huge mess. Cold lightning arced through me, and I shouted a sharp, “Ah!” of pleasure as I filled my princess’s hot, eager mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum.
With a muffled purr of appreciation, she lapped at my tip and gulped. She lifted up, clearly believing I was finished.
“Not yet, princess,” I instructed through gritted teeth, still pumping what felt like a record load onto the back of her tongue. Finally, when the strong pulses abated, I took my hand away from her hair. She slowly raised her head, cleaning every last trace as she went, until I squirmed with oversensitivity. With a satisfied smile, she swallowed one last time and sat back on her heels.
“Wow. You’ve needed that all day, haven’t you?” She reached up to the back of her head. “Is my hair—”
She was interrupted by the echo of the dinner gong. Her eyes widened. I took advantage of the moment to tuck myself away; I was a professional at keeping cum off my trousers at fancy occasions.
“Was that—”
“Us being called to dinner?” I got to my feet and, leaning heavily on my cane to regain my balance, offered her my arm. “It was. And your hair looks lovely. Your lipstick, though, I need to check.”
She gave a little “eep!” of surprise as I kissed her.
“Do you know what I’ll never tire of, princess?” I asked, catching her bottom lip between my teeth for a quick nibble. “The taste of my cum on your pretty mouth.”
There. She could sit with those words—and her wet panties—through all nine courses.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
(Charlotte)
Twenty-three minutes. It took twenty-three minutes for anyone to ask me a question about myself. Catherine had dominated the table with a long report on her philanthropic pursuits, the prestigious school her creepy haunted children attended, and the business accomplishments of her husband—now due to arrive in the morning, having the good fortune of snagging an early tee time.